If it is March, then springtime is near and daylight savings time is back. A late afternoon golf round is again possible with ample time to finish 18 holes of lasting regret and frustration. Why do I continue to play? Well, it’s outdoor exercise and occasionally I swing the club and putt the ball as if I know what I am doing. Not too often, but I have never met a golfer who feels differently. It’s a strange game that way.
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